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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ab32063 | the horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white. | horizon jane-eyre sky | Charlotte Brontë | |
| b3270f3 | Happiness is the cure--a cheerful mind the preventive: cultivate both." No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure." | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| fd406bc | Certainly, at some hour, though perhaps not hour, the waiting waters will stir; in shape, though perhaps not the shape you dreamed, which your heart loved, and for which it bled, the healing herald will descend. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| e23bb87 | Now I wept: Helen Burns was not here; nothing sustained me; left to myself I abandoned myself, and my tears watered the boards. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| dd03a79 | Do you think me, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? | inspirational social-class | Charlotte Brontë | |
| e78e597 | Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong -- I have as much soul as you, -- and full as much heart. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 86a1589 | His veins were dark with a vivid belladonna tincture, the essence of jealousy. | jealousy villette | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 64f555c | One moment longer," whispered solitude and the summer moon, "stay with us: all is truly quiet now; for another quarter of an hour your presence will not be missed: the day's heat and bustle have tired you; enjoy these precious minutes." | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| 5aefefa | You examine me, Miss Eyre", said he. "Do you think me handsome?" I should have deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from my tongue before I was aware: "No, sir." | jane-eyre jane-is-a-savage mr-rochester oh-snap | Charlotte Brontë | |
| bb7bab1 | He fumed like a bottled storm. | Charlotte Brontë | ||
| b424b22 | I'll borrow of imagination what reality will not give me. | reality | Charlotte Brontë | |
| d26e6f1 | With the spirit of her people those who would not know defeat, even when it stared them in the face, she raised her chin. She could get Rhett back. She knew she could. There had never been a man she couldn't get, once she set her mind upon him. I'll think of it all tomorrow at Tara. I can strand it then. Tomorrow , I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| dc37e89 | Yankees in Georgia! How did they ever get in? | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 87fe7c8 | There was a glow of grim pride in her usually gentle face, approbation and a fierce joy in her smile that equaled the fiery tumult in Scarlett's own bosom. 'Why-why-she's like me! She understands how I feel'! | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 9ac337c | It's a curse--this not wanting to look on naked realities. Until the war, life was never more real to me than a shadow show on a curtain. And I preferred it so. I did not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy... In other words, Scarlett, I am a coward. | civil-war cowardice scarlett-o-hara | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 096348e | People must do what they must do. We all don't think alike or act alike and it's wrong to-to judge others by ourselves. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 9dac2db | She felt puzzled and ashamed, as always when people attributed to her emotions and motives they possessed and thought she shared. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 824ddde | A minor point at such a moment. | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| cef4b18 | Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn! (Rhett Butler) | Margaret Mitchell | ||
| 0a61cdc | Scarlett, I don't know just when it was that the bleak realization came over me that my own private shadow show was over. Perhaps in the first five minutes at Bull Run when I saw the first man I killed drop to the ground. But I knew it was over and I could no longer be a spectator. No, I suddenly found myself on the curtain, an actor, posturing and making futile gestures. My little inner world was gone, invaded by people whose thoughts were.. | bull-run fear war | Margaret Mitchell | |
| 4c2998d | You're Ma's own blood son, but did she take on that time Tony Fontaine shot you in the leg? No, she just sent for old Doc Fontaine to dress it and asked the doctor what ailed Tony's aim. Said she guessed the licker was spoiling his marksmanship. | humour | Margaret Mitchell | |
| dd51138 | They have a saying, the French, that no woman, can be truly beautiful who is not also sometimes truly ugly. | french-people french-women ugly-people | Alexandra Ripley | |
| 0bec2ab | For you time-capsule types, MoPo was something called a convenience store, as in, 'The soda is conveniently located right next to the doughnuts and lottery tickets.' People who want to understand better how the human race was conquered so easily need to study those stores. Almost everything inside was filled with sugar, cheese, or weight-loss tips | Adam Rex | ||
| 2817ecd | J.Lo gasped. When I looked to see why, he had one hand to his mouth and the other pointing at me. "You . . ." he squealed, wagging his finger. ". . . your !" I raised my hand to my face, turning it over and back again. "What? What's wrong with it?" "You are bearing the mark! The mark that has been fore ! You are The One . . . The One who will bring peace onto the !" "What, this? This is taco sauce," I said, wiping it clean. J.Lo stared at.. | Adam Rex | ||
| bccccbc | I'm sorry, but !' I yelped and skipped backward as Gorg advanced on me. 'You were given bad information. Probably some human's fault.' I AM PRINCIPAL ANGER COORDINATOR ASSOCIATE-OF-THE-MONTH GORG FOUR-GORG! HUMANS WILL GIVE ME BAD INFORMATION !' He didn't look like a principal. He looked like something Hercules ought to be wrestling on the side of a vase. | humor | Adam Rex | |
| b2a30f9 | Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene? | perception perspective | Edmund Spenser | |
| 0dde95b | Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your self ye daily such doe see: But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit, And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me. For all the rest, how ever fayre it be, Shall turne to nought and loose that glorious hew: But onely that is permanent and free From frayle corruption, that doth flesh ensew. That is true beautie: that doth argue you To be divine and borne of heavenly seed: Deriv'd fro.. | british-literature edmund-spenser poetry sonnet | Edmund Spenser | |
| ae285d7 | If I be cruel and grow tyrannous, Now let them thank themselves, and rue too late. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| f17d1db | MACHEVILL: I count religion but a childish toy, And hold there is no sin but ignorance. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 02db275 | We which were Ovids five books, now are three, For these before the rest preferreth he: If reading five thou plainst of tediousnesse, Two tane away, thy labor will be lesse: With Muse upreard I meant to sing of armes, Choosing a subject fit for feirse alarmes: Both verses were alike till Love (men say) Began to smile and tooke one foote away. Rash boy, who gave thee power to change a line? We are the Muses prophets, none of thine. What if t.. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| ecbbe50 | Thou from this land, I from myself am banish'd. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| c1b9e3a | Unhappy Persia, that in former age Hast been the seat of mighty Conquerors, That in their prowesse and their policies, Have triumph over Africa. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
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| cf0035f | Gaveston: I can no longer keepe me from my lord. Edward: What Gaveston, welcome: kis not my hand, Embrace me Gaveston as I do thee: Why shouldst thou kneele, knowest thou not who I am? Thy friend, thy selfe, another Gaveston. Not Hilas was more mourned of Hercules, Then thou hast beene of me since thy exile. | Christopher Marlowe | ||
| 6d8e4ab | I had been in 1590 for less than twenty-four hours, but I was already heartily sick of Christopher Marlowe. | Deborah Harkness | ||
| 372a84e | When I rest I feel utterly lifeless except that my throat burns when I draw breath... I can scarcely go on. No despair, no happiness, no anxiety. I have not lost the mastery of my feelings, there are actually no more feelings. I consist only of will. After each few metres this too fizzles out in unending tiredness. Then I think nothing. I let myself fall, just lie there. For an indefinite time I remain completely irresolute. Then I make a f.. | inspirational | Reinhold Messner | |
| 45ce202 | seen from above, landscapes are made up of mountains and watercourses. Just as a transparent model of the human body consists of a framework of bone and a network of arteries, the earth's crust is structured in mountain ridges, river, creeks, and gullies. | landscape mountains | Reinhold Messner | |
| 6a5a16f | Sometimes you get tempted to make something wonderful even better but in doing so you lose what was so wonderful to begin with. | Polly Horvath | ||
| 39d28d0 | All I know is that growing up hurts too much. Growing down is what I'd really like to do. Be little enough again so it would be perfectly natural to be protected from the wind and the rain--and the world. | Bette Greene | ||
| 8649121 | A pleasantly situated hotel close to the sea, and chalets by the water's edge where one breakfasted. Clientele well-to-do, and although I count myself no snob I cannot abide paper bags and orange peel. ("Not After Midnight")" | snobbery | Daphne du Maurier | |
| e79fe2e | A man's jealousy is like a child's, fitful and foolish, without depth. A woman's jealousy is adult, which is very different. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 01e6a5a | Maxim's voice, clear and strong, "Will someone take my wife outside?She is going to faint." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| a883641 | I did not have an unlimited library to choose from on Robben Island. We had access to many unremembered mysteries and detective novels and all the works of Daphne du Maurier, but little more. | Nelson Mandela | ||
| bacc8db | He was young and ardent in a hundred happy ways. | Daphne du Maurier |